Its 2 am, and I am drinking and smoking a hookah.I have a gig tonight with a middle eastern dance company who are hosting a hafla. Im going to dance on hot coals, eat and spit fire, and let a beautiful woman chop a melon off my neck with a scimitar.
After that, said woman and I are going to imbibe in more booze and I'll put my pierced bits in her pierced bits.
Hail to Shornaal, the scented wind.